Phew-.
With a low sigh, Cheon Myeong wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
To think that he would sweat so much just by preparing dicine.
Usually, he didn't sweat during the manufacturing process, but if the amount was this much, the story was different.
"..."
Cheon Myeong got up from his seat and looked down at the works he had made.
At a glance, there were quite a lot of containers.
Inside each container, there was a dicine that Cheon Myeong had manufactured. And that too, with all different kinds.
'Did I make too much?'
Since he had been able to use the dicinal herbs of the Demonic dical Hall freely, Cheon Myeong had been making various things as a test since then.
Of course, since not all kinds of dicinal herbs were in the Demonic dical Hall, he had only made what he could, but still, when he looked at what he had made, the amount was enormous.
'That one is good for abrasions, that one is good for stopping bleeding, and that one is... was it a dicine that makes hair grow thick?'
Sohow, he had ended up making even such a thing.
Although that dicine would be sothing that people with hair loss would want to get at any cost, to be honest, it was less useful to Cheon Myeong than a wound dicine.
Because Cheon Myeong's hair was very thick.
In fact, it was strange for hair to be falling out at this age.
'Well, I'll probably have a use for this later.'
Even the Body Enhancent Pill, which he had thought would be the most useless to him, was now being used more usefully than anything else.
So wouldn't a dicine that makes hair grow also be used soday?
Cheon Myeong thought so and decided to keep all the dicines he had made without throwing them away.
'But still, since I made them, I want to use them.'
But that didn't an he could use all these dicines himself.
In the first place, if he needed this much dicine, wouldn't that be more dangerous?
It seed that he could keep a dicine that was good for wounds and use it later... but the problem was that it was a bit ambiguous to deal with the rest.
'Well, I can give the dicine that is good for the skin to Mihwa. Wrinkle removal? Did I make sothing like this too?'
Ah, he had just found a suitable opponent.
Co to think of it, at Hong Yeorin's age, wrinkles would be quite a concern.
Although he had not seen those wrinkles directly because she covered them with makeup, if she were to remove her makeup and reveal her bare face, wouldn't there be quite a lot of wrinkles?
Perhaps if she applied the dicine he had made, she wouldn't be able to get rid of all of them, but it would get considerably better.
'I should also put this in the trade items like the Body Enhancent Pill.'
He would just give it to Mihwa, but not to Hong Yeorin.
No, for now, should he just give it to her and let her experience the effect, and then throw the needle later?
If the fish didn't even get a taste of the bait, it wouldn't bite the needle, so that would be the sa for Hong Yeorin.
'Yes, let's do that.'
He was about to think of other items to replace the Body Enhancent Pill.
It didn't seem bad to check the reaction in advance through this opportunity.
'And this is...'
Cheon Myeong picked up a dicine container.
Rattle- rattle-.
The sound coming from inside the dicine container.
From the sound of the pills rolling inside the container, sothing unusual was felt.
'...This is quite precious.'
Even if he didn't know about the others, Cheon Myeong was a little reluctant to give away what he was holding now.
The na of this dicine is Night King Pill.
As its na suggests, if one eats just one of these, that person can beco the king of that night.
Of course, Cheon Myeong had not experienced the effect himself, but didn't the na itself sound appealing?
It was surely a dicine that a man would want to experience the effect of at least once.
"..."
But to be honest, there was no reason for Cheon Myeong to eat this dicine.
Now, he was so busy trying to figure out how to survive in this harsh Demonic Cult, so where would he have the leisure to be distracted by such a thing?
Moreover, since he had thought that he had enjoyed that part as much as he could in his previous life, he did not have any particular curiosity.
'And perhaps because my body has beco younger, even if I don't eat it...'
Rather, if there had been sothing called Ya-seung-hwan, he would have eaten it.
To be able to beco a monk at night, doesn't it sound like it has an excellent effect in another sense just by hearing the na?
But perhaps even that Yakssobang had not thought of a dicine that reduces virility, not increases it.
And for good reason, who would bother to eat such a dicine?
That's why, perhaps, there was no dicine with such an effect in the dical Supplent Manual.
'It's a pity. If there had been, I would have been curious and would have tried it.'
Of course, except for Cheon Myeong who was here.
Perhaps it would even sell like hotcakes at Shaolin Temple.
"Hmm..."
Holding the container with the Night King Pill, Cheon Myeong was lost in thought.
And without fail, a hand that was directed at his chin.
Perhaps because he had had a beard before, it was Cheon Myeong's habit to put his hand on his chin like this when he had sothing to think about.
"Let's give this to Soyeon Sang."
Well, even if he gave it to him, would he have a use for it?
At least, Soyeon Sang would need this more than he did.
And although he hadn't said it to his face, Soyeonsang had a physiognomy that seed to have a weak virility.
Perhaps with the Night King Pill as an opportunity, his loyalty to him would deepen, so let's give it to him as a gift.
'And the rest is...'
The rest were all things that were ambiguous to give to others.
If he gave an ambiguous thing as a gift, it would be worse than not giving it at all.
It seed that he would have to keep the rest himself.
Swish-.
Cheon Myeong picked out the things to give as gifts and began to organize the rest.
'Co to think of it...'
A person who ca to mind while he was organizing.
How was Cheon Seong doing now?
As he was looking at a dicine that was good for external injuries, Cheon Seong suddenly ca to his mind.
'Is he using the dicine I gave him well?'
Cheon Myeong clearly rembered the wounds on Cheon Seong's two hands at that ti.
That was a peculiar wound that was created when one swung a sword for a long ti.
Since Cheon Myeong was also training with a sword, as soon as he saw Cheon Seong's wounds, he was able to know that fact.
Of course, at first, Cheon Myeong had also had wounds on his hands, but now, such wounds were no longer created.
Not only did he not overdo his training, but since his hands had beco accustod to the sword, it ended with calluses forming.
In the first place, if a wound of Cheon Seong's level were to be created, that would be close to torture, not training.
'Looking at him, it seems that he is continuing to swing his sword without even treating it properly.'
Such an unreasonable training would rather be a poison to him.
Although he wanted to give Cheon Seong so advice like that, would Cheon Seong even listen to him if he said it?
Looking at him, he seed to be quite stubborn.
Giving him a good external injury dicine like at that ti would be the best way for now.
'Co to think of it, he might have used up all the dicine I gave him then by now.'
Hmm... I've decided.
Shall I go and see my younger brother's face for the first ti in a while, with a new dicine?
Since he had been planning to restore his relationship with Cheon Seong soday, it was a good pretext.
Even if they couldn't beco close brothers, they should at least get along normally.
Perhaps because they were related by blood, he wanted to draw Cheon Seong to his side if possible.
"Baekjo."
As Cheon Myeong was thinking that, he suddenly called Baekjo.
Then, as if it were used to it, Baekjo flew to Cheon Myeong's side.
As Baekjo landed in front of him, Cheon Myeong said with a troubled face.
"Am I not too kind?"
"...?"
"I heard that it's not good to be too lenient with a younger brother because he'll climb all over you later. What should I do?"
"..."
There are many things I want to say, but I won't.
Baekjo did not say anything to Cheon Myeong's question.
* * *
Creak-.
A cautiously opening door. Cheon Myeong stuck his head out through the open crack in the door.
'He's there.'
As he stuck his head out, a training ground was spread out inside.
And a person who was swinging a sword in the center, it was Cheon Seong.
'He's still in the middle of training, so it wouldn't be good to disturb him.'
He had co to give him dicine, but he had no intention of disturbing Cheon Seong's training.
Moreover, Cheon Seong already thought of him as an eyesore, so if he were to disturb his training here.
The sword he was holding now might be directed at him.
"..."
But still, it would be okay to watch from a distance like this.
Since he was watching through the open crack in the door, it seed that Cheon Seong had not noticed his presence.
Of course, it was originally a very rude act for soone to peek at soone else's training like this.
But was Cheon Seong a stranger to him?
There was no particular problem with him watching his younger brother's training as an older brother.
'Hmm... his achievent doesn't seem so high yet.'
The sword technique that Cheon Seong was now performing was the sa as what he had learned, the Mad Dragon Demon Blade.
That's why Cheon Myeong was able to examine Cheon Seong's sword technique in more detail, but to be honest, by Cheon Myeong's standards, Cheon Seong's movents could be said to be poor.
It must have been several years since he had learned that sword technique.
Looking at him now, Cheon Myeong could only sigh.
'Well, is that natural?'
The Mad Dragon Demon Blade was a rather difficult sword technique for a person who did not know about the sword properly to learn.
So in order to learn it in earnest, wouldn't it take at least ten years for an ordinary person?
Before that, it would be a priority to get used to the sword first with another sword technique.
If not, there should be a proper master by his side from the beginning.
But looking at him, it didn't seem that Cheon Jin had beco Cheon Seong's master... that ant that Cheon Seong had been learning the Mad Dragon Demon Blade by himself until now, so it was understandable that his achievent was so low.
'No, what on earth is that guy doing?'
His own Mad Dragon Demon Blade had been directly taught by Cheon Jin.
At that ti, although it had not been for a long ti, it seed that Cheon Jin had shown quite a lot of enthusiasm and had taught him directly.
At that ti, Cheon Seong would have also learned the current Mad Dragon Demon Blade with him.
Since he would have learned all the basic forms at that ti, he would be training now based on that mory.
However, just by knowing the form, the achievent of the sword technique did not increase. There had to be a complex enlightennt, such as the sword path and the subtlety contained in the moves, in order for the achievent to truly increase.
The existence of a master is necessary for that reason.
In fact, since it is difficult to explain everything at once, one gives teachings by watching directly by the side at that ti.
Well, if one were a great genius like him, one would be able to understand most of it just by seeing it once.
But he had heard that Cheon Seong was not so talented in martial arts, so the result of not having a master was appearing like that now.
'Even if he doesn't care about , he doesn't care about Seong-i either...'
He understands that he was abandoned.
But since he had abandoned him, shouldn't he have focused more on his remaining son, Cheon Seong?
No matter how untalented he was in martial arts, if it were Cheon Jin, he would have been able to make him much better than now.
Especially since Cheon Seong was a guy who worked so hard on his own, a pretty good result might have co out...
'He doesn't think of raising his son, but he picks a disciple from the Five Great Demonic Families?'
But the funny thing is that even after picking a disciple, he doesn't do anything.
What on earth does Cheon Jin want to do?
If he could, he wanted to open Cheon Jin's head and look inside.
"..."
Cheon Myeong focused on Cheon Seong again.
Thinking about those circumstances, it seed that he could understand to so extent why Cheon Seong resented him.
'If I could, I'd like to give him so advice by his side.'
But that would be impossible.
He would still be known to have lost his strength, and in the first place, Cheon Seong would not even try to receive his advice.
He had no choice but to swallow his frustration and give advice inwardly like this.
Whoosh-.
'Ah, the motion is too big!'
Thump-.
'There, the stride is too big!'
Whoosh-.
"That's not how you do that motion!"
Flinch-.
For a mont, Cheon Seong's movent stopped.
'Uh... why did he suddenly stop?'
Even until then, it seed that Cheon Myeong had not realized what he had done wrong, but he soon realized his mistake and covered his mouth with his two hands.
However, it was already too late.
At so point, Cheon Seong was glaring at him with a murderous intent.
(End of Chapter)
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